I
Water hot in the lungs,
cold on the skin,
ripples bearing a thousand moons.
II
Clothes left on the bank
stacks up the shapelessness –
a timeless sculpture
for a brief period of time.
III
Our motives mirror the truth.
The glass is unreliable.
The faith is a mirror-house
of one rusty carnival.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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